Snakes Crawling
THERE IS SOMETHING IN AIR THAT ISN'T PLEASANT TO MY NOSE.
IT'S NASTY AND REARS AN UGLY HEAD AND LIVES IN A DIRT BED.
SNAPPING OFF THE INNOCENT AND BELITTLING THE WEAK.
THEY JUST CRAWL AROUND AND DO NOT SPEAK.
THEY BLIND YOU AND THEN THEY COME TO DESTROY AND KILL.
BUT THEY ARE OUT TO DO THEIR OWN WILL.
SNAKES ARE CRAWLING SEEKING WHO THEY CAN DEVOUR.
BUT THEY CAN TURN SOMETHING SWEET INTO SOMETHING SOUR
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